Bryan Calvert

Name: Bryan Calvert Gender: Male Age: 17 Grade: 10th School: Bathurst High Homeroom: Ms. Gussie's Class Hobbies and Interests: Muay Thai kickboxing, custodial arts

Appearance: Bryan has his father's eyes and his mother's nose. He's not ugly per se, but he's not very attractive either. His hair is brown, but that's of little importance; he's kept his head shaved since 8th grade. He claims that hair is a liability. He sports a goatee that for some reason is red instead of brown, and which he insists is natural. He had an eyebrow ring for a while, but it was ripped out 'by accident'. He is 5'11 (he says 6') and 183 lbs. This, combined with his nearly always aggrivated demeanor makes him pretty threatening. Not to mention the vein in his head that flares up from time to time. His attire usually consists of his large black Davidsons (the only pair of shoes he owns), overalls with the knees ripped to shreds, and a black MotÃ�Â¶rhead t-shirt which he rarely washes. He wears a belt to keep his overalls suspended waisthigh, allowing the straps to dangle at his hips. He occasionally goes commando when he runs out of clean underwear. He wears a small silver cross necklace under his shirt (he doesn't bother to explain why; he isn't religious). He is third-generation Irish, and he's reluctantly aware that he is in fact a stereotype.

Biography: This kid's got a short fuse on him. During his early years of gradeschool he was diagnosed with ADD and some symptoms of tourrets. Being picked on for his habits of twitching and verbal outbursts, he developed an uncontrollable temper that led him into numerous quarrels with other students. This resulted in detentions, then suspensions, then counselling, then finally an ultimatum: cut the shit or get out, kid. Not in those words, of course. The school counsellor advised Bryan's parents to enroll him in some kind of sports team or something to help him burn off steam. That didn't work. He just got in fights with the other little soccer players. A family friend suggested they try the Muay Thai gym downtown, adding that martial arts taught discipline (what a crock).

Duped by this age-old lie, they took him to Neilson's Muay Thai. Reg Neilson was skeptical about teaching someone so young, but in the end he figured "What the hell, they start teaching 'em when they're--what, six?--in Thailand." And with that breviloquent statement, Bryan began his training in Thai kickboxing. As unforgiving as it was, Bryan loved every aspect of his tutelage. Neilson was a Korean War veteran, and had an endless repertoire of interesting stories to tell. Bryan came to greatly admire and respect old Neilson, and Neilson in turn believed Bryan had great potential in Muay Thai. With much effort, Bryan finished gradeschool with a mere two other altercations, neither of which were very serious. What's more, his twitching seemed to subside slowly but surely during this period. Eventually it went away altogether.

Highschool started. Bryan hated the other students, some being kids he knew and hated in gradschool, some just being pricks in general. Fortunately, highschool fights were far superior to those of his earlier days. You didn't have to fight in the schoolyard or the hallway; you could simply meet the bastard at the park and kick his teeth in there instead. No consequence. That is, as long as you didn't kill him or put him into a coma or anything. And whenever Bryan came home with a black eye or a fat lip, he could just chalk it up to sparring at Neilson's. He unintentionally landed a spot in a school gang (the not-so-infamous Bloody Fists) by beating the shit out of a previous member. Not that he enjoyed the company of any of them in particular; they were just a bunch of everyday schoolyard bullies. But his affiliation to the Fists made the everyday jackass think twice before even looking at Bryan the wrong way. In this way he became even easier to provoke, unfortunately to an extent where he came off as just as much of a bully as his cohorts. It was through these young hooligans that he met someone very influential to his spare time: Jack Daniels. He couldn't find a girlfriend, or even a date for that matter. This was kind of frustrating, but at the same time, hey, at least you don't have to put up with all the drama. His grades weren't exactly stellar, but he certainly lost no sleep over them. Highschool was no big deal.

Last year Bryan was involved in something of an altercation. During a football game he allegedly beat Franklyn's star receiver unconscious, then got into another fight with one of their lineman. He was suspended for a month; unfortunately, it was nearing the end of the year, so the duration lasted over his final exams and he failed all of his classes automatically. He returned to the 10th grade this year, but somehow managed to get into a fight with the exact same lineman at the first game of the season. This time, however, he was cut some slack because the fight was cut short mere seconds in...also no one had to be hospitalized. Instead of suspension he was to serve his spare periods assisting the custodian in his duties for three months. Bryan developed a friendship with the janitor and returned several weeks later to the same position, however this time volunteering. Go figure.

In any case, he is no more or less alienated from his classmates as he was last year. At least he's in the same homeroom as the Bloody Fists' leader, so he's become something of a right-hand man apparently. You'd think being held back would've changed his highschool social life, wouldn't you? Nope.

Personalitywise, Bryan doesn't have a lot to offer. He takes himself too seriously, and this can probably be connected to his short temper. Said temper has caused him to alienate everyone around him save for a select few individuals. However, he does maintain a below-average stress level, according to his psychologist. This could be because of his psysically demanding hobby. According to his father, he'd probably put forth an effort to reach out to others if he wasn't s'damn proud. He's not exceptionally booksmart, but he is streetsmart to an extent. In a way he is honorable; he thinks it's cowardly to hit in the nads or while someones back is turned, and he never hits girls (even though this can be trying at times). These virtues would've been lost on Bryan had it not been for Reg Neilson and CJ.

Advantages: He is in good physical condition and is proficient in hand-to-hand combat. He has a high threshold for pain and doesn't panic easily.

Disadvantages: He is impatient and quick to anger, and doesn't adequately think things through. He has the worst negotiational skills on the planet.

Number: B12

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Designated Weapon: SPAS-12 Pump-Action Shotgun Conclusions: I don't think B12 will have to worry too much about hand-to-hand combat, seeing as he rolled quite the sufficient weapon. Bryan's got the potential to be quite a contender, that is, if he doesn't let his temper get the better of him.

'The above biography is as written by CycoKiller. No edits or alterations to the author's original work have been made.'

Evaluations
Kills: Dan Birch, Jordan McKiernan, Zachary Foreman, Kyle Rizea, Shae Arnav, Harry Constantine, Felix Travertil, Seth Mattlock, Whitney Acosta, [[Mariavel Varella]

Killed by: N/A, winner of the game.

Collected Weapons: Naginata (broken; later discarded), Da Dao, Streetsweeper Shotgun (BKA; discarded), Agram 2000, Walther P38 (handed-off to Tori), Carpenter's Hammer, Jackknife

Allies: Tori Johnson, Mariavel Varella, Seth Mattlock, Robert Adams

Enemies: Harry Constantine, Walter Smith, Felix Travertil, Mariavel Varella.

Mid-game Evaluation: Calvert began the game in a ditch somewhere along the expressway. After taking a moment to vent his frustrations in an undignified manner, he set off towards the industrial sector where he attempted to ambush Felix Travertil. A brief gunfight ensued, resulting in Travertil's escape and the arrival of a third party, Harry Constantine. Once again shots were fired, but as neither player could gain any advantage Calvert decided to take his leave and seek out less heavily-armed opponents. He encountered Dan Birch in the residential area and bagged his first kill.

Continuing north to the ranch Calvert ran into Tori Johnson and traded his role as powerplayer for that of protecter. The pair headed west to find shelter, which they finally did in the system of caves below the lighthouse. Unbeknownst to them, Alexander Bee was fixing to set a landmine by the entrance, however he accidentally nodded off and ultimately missed his opportunity. Calvert and Johnson left the caves when the lighthouse became a dangerzone the following morning, walking to the mall and attempting to find shelter and possibly supplies. Calvert went on ahead to make sure the area was clear, but he wasn't thorough enough in his search and let Jordan McKiernan slip by him. Johnson was attacked but fortunately not injured before Calvert returned and fired a neutralizing shot which proved fatal for McKiernan. Shortly afterward there was a misunderstanding between Calvert and Johnson that almost led to her departure, but somehow the two ended up kissing eachother instead.

The awkward pair made their way to the hotel where Mariavel Varella informed them that Bloody Fists' boss Seth Mattlock was on the second floor fighting Walter Smith. Calvert told the others to stay in the lobby while he went to back Mattlock up. He was successful in putting an end to the fight, but Smith found an opening and escaped, using a sudden intruder (Zachary Foreman) as a human shield as Calvert fired at him. Mattlock pursued Smith, and the hotel was suddenly announced as a dangerzone, forcing Calvert to leave as well. As it turned out, Johnson and Varella had left a message for the two, instructing them to rendezvous at the school building. With no sign of Mattlock, Calvert concentrated on meeting the girls.

///UNDER CONSTRUCTION///

End-game Evaluation: Well, Steve's gonna be pissed, but I have to admit the kid didn't do half bad. Another game finished, at last. This is *first name omitted* Danya, signing off until v3.

Memorable Quotes: "Hey, I've got a better idea! You just do a 180 and fuck off, then maybe I won't put my foot up your ass!" -- to Harry Constantine

'God, if you're up there....er...well, you know. Amen.' -- to God

"What do you think? Nevermind. Let's go." -- to Tori Johnson

"You're a good friend, Seth...the best." -- to Seth Mattlock

Other/Trivia

 * Bryan and Calvert are two adjacent cities in Texas...which is just a coincidence seeing as his name is taken from his handler.
 * Calvert was initially intended to be a powerplayer antagonist, and he is RPed accordingly for the first several threads he appears in.
 * It is evident in his dialogue that Calvert is not very good at SOTF's trademark protag rants.

Threads
''The various threads that contained Bryan. In order from first to finish.''
 * Built to Survive
 * The Very Basic Will to Live
 * Dan Birch
 * Hiding in the Barn
 * Well... Isn't This Fucking Great?!
 * Tom and Becky
 * The Remake
 * Checking In
 * Stopping for the Night (Content Warning)
 * Walking to School
 * The Wicked Game
 * Cold Cash and Colder Hearts
 * We Survive by Friendship
 * Bodom Beach Terror
 * This Could Be Anywhere in the World
 * Carry Stress in the Jaw
 * Redemption

Your Thoughts
''Whether you were a fellow handler in SOTF or just an avid reader of the site, we'd like to know what you thought about Bryan Calvert. What did you like, or dislike, about the character? Let us know here!''

Kick. Ass. - Jotun

Rad. - Baby_G

You killed two of my characters! Will you have my first born child and raise it in the image of you? - Scipher

Total Badass. - AceBandit

I hope you kill that bitch Mariavel and make it fuckin' hurt. ROCK ON, BUDDY! LaZardo 04:58, 20 October 2007 (EDT)